Ash’s chest is heaving with shaky breaths, his fingers scissoring inside me, enough to make my knees wobble. “You’ve got ten seconds to get in that pool before I f**k you where you stand.” Gesturing behind me, to the first thatched hut. “Whoever the hell is staying in that hut, I’l have you in their pool if you’re not quick enough.”
He means it too. My hand remains wrapped tightly around his c**k, already pulsing back to hardness despite coming less than a minute ago.
Then, like a sadist, determined to make me lose my own control he curls his fingers deep inside me. Then he gives a little tug, our bodies pressed flush together. “Get running Legs.”
His fingers slide out of me and I know not to waste any time. I race down the boardwalk. I’ve never felt more alive, charging towards the op
